Even Loki would be hard pressed to disagree with the fact that Bobbi is certainly the cutest dog of any he's ever seen in his many centuries of existence.

"Loki?" he cocked his head, blue eyes glancing to the side. The swirling mass of key had flattened into a circle, the surface reflective and bearing the image of Loki ( that is the one the young lady was familiar with and not the one with the weird key). He wore a familiar smirk and leaned over his lips moving but no sound came out.

"I wasn't expecting an answer like that. But the unexpected is always so... interesting," he closed his fist and the mirror turned back into the small black key. The vision within clearly stuck at her, and Loki was a lot of things but he wasn't typically one to make maidens cry. Especially such stylish maidens. He always did like stripes.

"Brother, neighbor, friend?" he twirled the key around his finger, "Lover maybe?"